Nali watched Wyea slowly close her eyes, and assumed she had drifted off to sleep.
But not really.
Usually when Wyea closed her eyes, she was thinking. And remembering.
Her father and her mother both led two very different tribes, and did so in very different ways. How they got together was a question that neither of them answered, which meant that she never got the answer to her question. Now that she thought about it, why did they? Her father and her mother split up, and the whereabouts of her mother or even her sister Davia was.
Not like they liked each other anyways.
Davia was the only person she was ever close to, even from young. They would share everything together, and half the time their parents weren't home anyways, so they had lots of freedom for themselves.
Some freedom she had now.
There was one time she remembered, just before a new set of rules were passed. She was kicking her feet on the sofa, next to Davia, giggling about all the things they would and wouldn't do together in the future. They had the exact same ambitions, exact same thoughts, they were probably sharing a brain between themselves, if possible. It was growing dark and a thick sweep of snow had settled outside. When Davia noticed this, she turned to her sister.
"You wanna go in the snow?"
"No."
"Yeah, me neither."
And they continued to laugh about the future they had made up in their heads, making drastic changes whenever they saw fit. And it fell silent when they heard a deep voice yelling from a distance.
"You just don't get it, do you?!"
They both looked at the door, then back at each other.
"That's Dad," Wyea had said.
"Arguing with Mum," Davia added.
They stared at the door for a good few minutes, before two people burst through the door, having a screaming match with each other. First their father, then followed by their mother, whose face was flushed red with fury.
"Get what? No, pray tell me Igàs, what do I not get?!"
"If you would let me finish—"
"You have a habit of this, making me look stupid. I swear on anything I should just—"
"And whatever the hell you do, your actions aren't justified!"
"And yours are?" She hissed, furious, "Yours are any better, Igas? Do tell me how I'm not justified when you're siding with someone who SHOULD be a criminal?!"
"Don't you dare question my actions, Meraie." He shot back.
"Oh I'll question them all right. I'll question them. You can't tell me what to do, you can't tell me not to question anything when you have blood on your hands!"
"I am doing, and will continue to do what I believe is the right fucking choice."
"You are a fool if you think torture is ever the right answer. You are a fool if you think you think you're doing the right thing. You are a—"
"Call me a fool again and I swear I will deal with you."
"Deal with me then, Igàs," She hissed, stepping up to him, "Do it. I bet you want to hurt me as bad as you would to those kids, hm? It shocks me, really. She says one thing and you and Evell listen to her like mindless nobodies!"
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